His skin crawled. "Servitude? To whom? How? When?"
Riven swallowed as he asked those questions. He watched the book intently as he waited for the words to write themselves. Beside him, Kivara shrugged because, as usual, she couldn't read what was happening.
The red words appeared again. "You have gained the title: Dimensional Necromancer!"
"What? What's that? Kivara, do you know anything about a Dimensional Necromancer? What are you talking about? What title?" Riven felt as if he should rip the book in two. He felt an invisible chain binding him, and he wanted to do nothing but break it, but he knew instinctively that the book wouldn't be destroyed.
Kivara shook her head with a frown. "I've never heard about that before. It's not something that's put together that often either. Dimensional Necromancer?"
The red words continued to write themselves. "Congratulations! You have gained approval to enter the assassination servitude without payment, in service of ###########!
